"Okay," said Harry, setting up the chess board. "The rules are simple. For each piece captured from the board, a piece of clothing must be removed."

"So if I take one of your pawns, for instance," said Draco, cheeks flushing slightly, "I can make you remove an item of clothing?"

"Precisely."

"What does the winner get?"

Harry thought a moment. "A blowjob from the loser."

"A blowjob? Oh, Harry. That's so mundane. How about the winner spanks the loser?"

Harry stared at his husband. "What is it with you and spanking all of a sudden?"

A smile slithered across Draco's face. "I've always had a bit of a thing for it. And I guess I trust you now. No one has indulged me before."

"You mean Pansy wouldn't?"

Draco frowned. He always made as if he had numerous lovers but Harry knew that he had only had Pansy Parkinson while at Hogwarts and Harry outside of it. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Anyway, it's not something you can trust with just anyone."

"Does that mean you think you'll lose?"

"No. But this time, Mr. Potter, no spells to lessen the blows, agreed? Not like the last little game."

Harry wriggled unconsciously in his seat. He still felt a slight sting from Draco's spanking him with that riding crop only a few hours ago. Draco drew closer over the board, elbows on the table and chin propped in his hand. He smiled that devilish grin of his.

"I don't know, Draco…"

"Scared, Potter?"

Harry snapped his gaze up at Draco and frowned. "No. You're on, then."

Draco giggled and rubbed his hands together. "This is going to be fun. Weasley told me how bad you are at chess."

"I've practiced, you know."

"And have you ever won?"

Harry felt suddenly a little warm under the collar. "Yes!" Strictly speaking this was true. He'd won a game. Once.

Draco merely raised his brows and settled onto his seat. He cast his wand arm toward the fireplace. "Incendiare!" The logs burst into a bright flame then settled down to crackling pleasantly. "Must keep the room warm since someone will soon be starkers."

"Yeah. You."

"We'll see. White or black, Harry?"

"I'll be white and white goes first."

"'Course."

Harry moved his pawn forward two spaces and Draco matched it with his pawn and the game began. Instantly Draco captured one of Harry's pawns and threaded it between his fingers. "Well, well. Look what I have here."

Harry kept his face neutral. He planned on capturing one of Draco's pawns first but the Slytherin was too slippery to let him. He clasped his arms over his chest. "All right. What do you want?"

"Your robe, of course. Everything begins with that."

Harry stood, unbuttoned his robe, and pealed it off, tossing it aside. He sat again. He was wearing his usual Hogwart's teacher's attire: a white shirt, a Gryffindor tie, a knit waistcoat, dark trousers, and leather shoes.

"Now," said Draco gleefully, "Let's get this thing started." He gestured to the board for Harry to make his move.

Harry stared at the board and it seemed as if he forgot instantly everything he'd ever learned about chess. Damn! Why was Draco so infuriating? Why was he so sexy? Harry felt an erection growing. He wanted to really win this game. He wasn't much into the spanking thing, but the idea of Draco naked and lying across his lap with his bare arse exposed was just a sight too good to pass up. And maybe he deserved a spank or two. He certainly acted the brat enough times.

Harry touched his knight and then withdrew his hand thinking. His eyes scanned the board.

"Do we need a timer? Honestly, Potter. We haven't got all day."

"I'm thinking."

"Then think of this: you, naked, helpless, and dangling over my thighs. Think of the flat of my hand spanking that naughty bottom of yours."

Harry's cock suddenly sprung up in force. He was thinking of it and it was pretty arousing. Even the faint thuds of the riding crop Draco had spelled to be painless had felt satisfying. They had still stung but the feeling was not altogether unpleasant. Of course, Draco had said they couldn't do any charms to relieve any pain this time. Harry wondered if it would hurt too much, if it would take away his erection. He wondered why Draco had this obsession. He wondered if he might like it too…And then he cursed himself because he wondered why he had made that stupid move!

Draco's bishop knocked over the little knight and he snatched it from the board. "What's the matter, Harry? Distracted?"

Harry said nothing. He stared at the knight in Draco's fingers-those fingers that did such marvelous things to Harry's skin-and scowled.

"How about the waistcoat, Harry. You know, I've been meaning to say, you wear far too many clothes. Too much Muggle influence on you. A simple wizard's robe is comfortable enough, isn't it? Maybe a thong underneath? But all this-" and he gestured at Harry's clothes with his hand, "All this is simply a waste of good nudity."

"What about you? You wear Muggle clothes."

Draco smiled again, his eyes closing to slits. "Shapeless wizard robes hide one's attributes and you wouldn't want me to do that, now would you?"

It was true. Draco was wearing his tight leather trousers again and the black silk shirt he wore for classes with his loose school robe on over it. He wore the robe open like an Oxford don. Draco was right, of course, Harry had to admit. His arse looked fantastic in those leather trousers and his torso was so slim and inviting in his silk shirts. Harry really wouldn't fancy Draco covering up all his "attributes" with some stuffy robe.

With a sigh Harry pulled off the waistcoat and threw it in an arc over Draco's head. Draco's eyes followed it.

"My move," the Slytherin drawled. Draco's elegant fingers curled around the queen and he slid her out of her place. He kept his fingers on the piece for a bit, stroking it in a rather suggestive way, Harry thought, and then finally let it go.

Harry studied the board. If Draco was thinking ahead, which Harry had no doubt he was, he was already thinking far ahead of Harry. Damn. He'd never played chess before with Draco. Why hadn't he? Probably because Draco was a superior player and knew Harry was crap. And Harry had walked right into the oldest trick in the book: 'What game do you want to play, Harry?' Had Draco somehow planned this all along? What an idiot. And what an idiotic move, Potter! Why did he do that? Why did he let go of the piece? Why, why, why?

"Oh Harry, Harry, Harry." Usually Harry loved Draco's smiles. Not today. "You've lost a bishop. Bad move. Let's have your shirt."

Harry grumbled as he fisted the tie.

"Oh, not the tie, love. Just the shirt. I think I have something special in mind for that tie."

"How am I supposed to-Oh never mind." Harry loosened the tie enough to get the shirt off while keeping the maroon and gold tie in place. The cloth felt odd lying on his bare chest. He scowled at Draco. He hadn't captured one piece of Draco's yet. Not even a sodding pawn! "My turn," he muttered. He mulled the board seeing a few moves like moving through a maze, which put him in mind, oddly, of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He hadn't thought about that for ages, didn't really like to. It harbored a lot of bad memories for him. His eyes flicked up at Draco who was resting his cheek on his hand. He was studying the board but Harry was studying Draco. What a handsome man he was! Harry tried not to sigh. He was so in love with him he would humiliate himself in a stupid game of strip chess. And why not? What made Draco happy inevitably made Harry happy. Draco. Harry wished that Draco was starkers right now.

Harry reached forward with his last bishop and slid him diagonally. He could capture Draco's knight next time if the Slytherin didn't notice it. Please, please, please…Yes! Draco moved his rook and Harry nearly pounced on Draco's knight. "Hah! Got it! I've got one of your pieces, my man!"

"Jolly good, Potter," said Draco without expression. He sat back expectantly.

He eyed Draco's school robe but it might be ages till Harry captured another piece. "Your trousers. Off with them."

Draco's brow's rose. "Going right for it, are we, Mr. Potter?" Draco stood and pushed his robes aside. He unbuckled his belt, undid the button, lowered the zip, and eased the trousers down. Just as Harry suspected, Draco wasn't wearing any underwear. White-blond pubic hair curled around a taut erection and Harry couldn't take his eyes off it. He was thinking about a blowjob when Draco put a hand on his slim, white hip. "Seen enough?"

Harry grinned. "Yes, thanks."

Draco struck a pose for Harry and then sat…and then sprang up again. "Seat's cold," he gasped. Scooping his robe under him, he sat again.

Harry tittered. "Feeling a draught, Draco?"

"Proud of yourself for that move, aren't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Hate to tell you, Potter. Check."

Harry's smile dissolved and his eyes darted toward the board. What? Draco's knight was positioned in check…after his knight had taken Harry's rook. Dammit! Harry moved the king out of harm's way and looked up at Draco. "Now what?"

Draco lounged back and steepled his fingers. "Well now. I'd like to prolong this. Do shoes count as a pair?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Socks, too?"

"Anticipating, are you?"

"Certainly. The shoes, then."

Harry kicked them off and was about to sit when Draco said, "Not so fast." He took his bishop and knocked Harry's pawn off the board. "Wanted to get rid of that troublesome fellow. Off with the trousers, Potter."

Harry glared at the chessboard, denuded of as many pieces as he was of clothes. "Sod it!" He wrestled his belt and zip out of the way and shoved them down. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the room. Sitting heavily, he crossed his arms over his bare chest. He was left only in his shorts, tie, and socks.

He peered at Draco from the side. At least Draco didn't have on his trousers anymore. It was a better view of him that Draco had of Harry.

"I'm going to win this, Harry. I'm going to enjoy giving you another well-deserved spanking. And I promise you, you will enjoy it, too."

Harry wasn't so sure. He was losing his erection, but at the mention of Draco's detailed promise it was coming back. Damn the man. Only he could be infuriating and sexy at the same time.

"Your move, Harry. Unless you want to concede the game now."

"No!" He stared hard at the pieces on the board. There were an overabundance of black pieces and a definitely diminished army of white. It looked pretty bloody hopeless-but wait. Wait. What the-? Harry chanced a look up at Draco who was fussing with his robes. He had leaned back in his chair and opened his legs, giving Harry an unimpeded view of his genitals, trying to distract him. It was working, too, but Harry had already seen the board. Maybe Draco hadn't noticed. Bloody hell. Was it right? Unbelievable. He went over the chessboard layout again. Bloody effing hell.

With a slightly trembling hand, Harry reached forward for his neglected rook and slid it all the way to the other side. "Check…and mate."

There was dead silence for a moment. Draco looked at Harry as if he couldn't believe what he'd said. Then he smirked and looked at the board. His eyes widened. "You cheated," he said.

"Did not. How could I have cheated?"

"You moved something when I wasn't looking."

"I'd never do that. Even to win this sodding game."

"You're right," he muttered. "Bloody Gryffindor." He stared at the board again, as if using another angle would somehow change the outcome.

Harry sat back and smiled. "Oh yes. I do believe I have won, Mr. Malfoy. What do you say to that?"

"Shit."

"Not original but apt. Now let me think. Where is the best place to recover my prize? Oh yes. My favorite chair. The chair that used to sit in the Slytherin common room. Yes. That will do very nicely." Harry rose and moved toward the green wingback he used to keep in his London flat. He retrieved his robes and slipped them on. "The winner gets to wear clothes," he said in passing and settled himself comfortably in the chair.

Draco narrowed his eyes and twisted his lips.

"Now, Loser. I think you should remove those robes. I'd like you to leave the shirt on, though."

Draco frowned and for an instant Harry wasn't certain if he'd comply. But with a moment of wrestling with his thoughts, Draco finally pulled harshly at the material and dropped it to his feet. Now that's a delectable sight, thought Harry. Draco stood in his boots and socks. His black shirt tail hung to just his pubic hair, leaving his red prick jutting upward beneath it. He started reluctantly toward Harry when Harry held up his hand. "Hang on, Draco. Did I say you could walk to me? How about you crawl instead?"

"Now look-"

"You lost, my love. I think you should crawl. And then crawl up over my lap. There's a good boy. Do it, Draco, or I'll give you a really harsh spanking." Harry smiled. Yes, he could well see what Draco found so arousing about this. He liked talking dirty to him. And by the looks of Draco's erection, he seemed just as intrigued.

Draco sighed deeply and slowly dropped to his knees, falling forward so his hands hit the carpet. His shirt rode up and the twin globes of his white bum peeked out. Slowly, he crawled on all fours to Harry. When he reached him, he sat back on his haunches long enough for Harry to get a good view of his jutting cock before he reached over Harry's thighs and lay across them. His hands touched the floor on the other side and his arse aimed high in the air. His erection pressed firmly against Harry's thighs and Harry wished he could reach it. But when he looked down, the incredibly enticing sight of Draco's naked arse made him nearly drool. "Oh Draco," he sighed appreciatively. His hand reached up on its own and couldn't resist running delicately over the rounded flesh. He squeezed, relishing the hefty feel of it in his hand. "You gave me ten strokes, so I think I'll return the favour," he said softly. Draco made a sound like a whimper and Harry's cock stiffened even more in reply.

With his right hand, Harry slid the material of Draco's shirt up his back, exposing as much as possible the creamy flesh of his lover's bum. He looked at it, admiring its smooth texture, the alluring crack that he knew led to other enticements. But looking at it, he wondered if he could really spank Draco. True, it was rather exciting bending over and baring himself for Draco. More arousing than he thought possible, actually. But he didn't think he'd ever enjoy being the spanker. Except…It was quite thrilling having Draco in this position, and his husband did seem to be enjoying it an awful lot. Draco squirmed a little in anticipation.

Harry stalled. Was he really going to spank him?

"Sod it, Harry. You going to take all day? Isn't that just like a Gryffindor to chicken out at the last minute when the least interesting thing happens to him?"

Hm. Not so hard after all. He raised his arm and let his open hand smack hard on Draco's flesh. It made the most satisfying sound and Draco, completely surprised, reared up with a yelp.

"Ouch! Son of a bitch!"

"That's one," said Harry. Down came his hand again, this time on the fleshy underside. Draco squirmed but didn't say anything. Harry made two hard slaps in succession, one on each cheek. Draco's arse rose up a little. "Open your legs a bit," he ordered, suddenly liking the idea of being "master" for the moment.

Timidly, Draco spread his thighs a tiny bit. "More," said Harry. "More," he urged again until Harry could see Draco's balls, the sac growing darker with arousal.

Harry spanked hard right over the crack, catching both cheeks at once. And then another.

"Jeez, Harry! Do you have to do it so hard?"

"You said no charms. I'm giving you your money's worth. But now I've lost count. I'll have to start over."

"That was five! Five!"

"You sure? Why don't I just start over?"

"No, dammit! That was five! FIVE!"

"All right. Keep your shirt on." He giggled. He raised his hand again and gave Draco three more hard spanks in a row, each whack with its delicious slapping of flat hand on flesh.

"Ow, ow, OW!"

"Such a baby, Malfoy. You're the one who wanted to do this."

"I wanted to spank you!"

"Well now you're getting a taste of your own medicine. Damn. Lost count again." He spanked one raw cheek. "One!"

"EIGHT! IT'S EIGHT!"

"You mean the one coming up is eight?"

He twisted over Harry's thighs in a most unintentionally seductive manner, rubbing his still hard cock against Harry's legs. "NO! You just did eight, you idiot! It's nine. Pay attention, dammit!"

"Did you just call me an idiot? Well it's a well known fact that idiots can't count." He spanked him extra hard, gritting his teeth as he did and took great pleasure in saying, "Six."

"It's not six!"

"Five then."

"You're going backwards! Would you stop fooling around!" Draco tried to twist free but Harry intoned a non-verbal spell to lock him in place. "Hey! That's not fair. Take that spell off of me, Potter!"

"Nope. I owe you five more spanks."

"IT'S NOT FIVE!"

"Is it four, then?"

Draco drew silent. There was a long pause before he said in a very soft tone, "Five, then." He wriggled his arse. Harry gazed at the red marks left by his hand. He rested his palm on a reddened cheek, feeling the heat. "You know Draco, I think I quite see what you like about this." He didn't hesitate. His hand punished Draco's raw arse with five more evenly-spaced wallops, taking turns with each cheek with the final slap across the crack again. He rested his hand there when he'd finished. "That's ten," he said quietly, his prick so hard and aroused it was likely to explode any second.

Draco was panting. His arse looked painful. It probably stung like hell. But his erection had never diminished. If anything, it had gotten harder, pressing tightly against Harry's thighs.

He looked down at Draco's limp body. He had tensed before, arching each time Harry's hand descended. But now he lay over him in a defeated posture. His head hung down, his blond hair splayed like the tuft of an upside-down dandelion. Harry's hand smoothed over the heated flesh and then dipped between the cheeks, a place even warmer and a bit moist from sweat. His finger found Draco's entrance, and the blond inhaled a sharp breath. "Was it so bad, my love?"

Draco shook his head, his hair moving with it.

"Now that I've punished you, I think a little reward is in order. Don't you?" and he stroked down and up the length of his crack.

Draco nodded vigorously.

"Why don't you get down and sit on your haunches for me."

Draco slid off Harry's lap and sat back, wincing as his bottom surely stung against his shoes. His cock was reddening with need and stood up straight. So enticing, Harry mused. Harry rose and pointed to the chair he'd just vacated. "Lean into the chair, Draco."

Draco got up and moved closer, but before he could hide his face in the wingchair, Harry waylaid him, bent down, and took a deep kiss. Draco's mouth was very warm and accepted the intrusion of Harry's tongue eagerly. Their mashed lips caressed for the longest time until Harry finally released him. Draco looked up lovingly into Harry's eyes and Harry smiled back. Draco continued up into the chair. He folded his arms on the seat and rested his cheek on them, raising his arse high for Harry. He walked his knees apart, giving his husband the best view.

"Oh Draco. You know what I like, don't you?" He knelt behind the blond and just ran his hand over the punished bottom, dragging down further to cup his flushed sac, which was drawing up with arousal. Harry leaned over and kissed the sac, running his tongue along the underside and eliciting a deep groan from Draco, who did his best trying not to buck. Harry's tongue licked long strokes up the back of his bollocks, up the crack, and found his prize. Draco's puckered entrance twitched in anticipation. Harry gave it a short, teasing lick and Draco did buck his hips that time. Harry steadied him by grasping his haunches. His thumbs spread the cheeks even wider and he licked Draco's hole with abandon, giving it long strokes before he stabbed at it, breaching the muscled ring and shagging him with his tongue.

"Harry!" he gasped, weaving his arse up and down. "Oh God, Harry! Shag me, please!"

"Not yet," Harry whispered, lips teasing Draco's hole. His tongue returned and Draco whimpered, pumping his hips into Harry's face. His tongue trailed up and down the length of his crack, stopping occasionally at the pucker. Meanwhile, Harry's hand snaked down between Draco's legs and curled around the blonde's stiff erection. Harry pulled on it for two strokes, running his thumb hard over the head while he licked his anus.

"Oh!" Draco's muffled shout between his arms turned to a string of unidentifiable mutterings and groans. "Oh Harry! I'm going to come!"

"Not yet," said Harry again, and grasped the base of his cock, effectively stopping Draco's orgasm. Draco screamed into the chair seat.

"Potter! I'm not kidding! I really need to come!"

"I know. But you lost and now you have to face the consequences."

"Y-you will let me come, won't you?"

He sounded worried. Harry smiled against the warm skin of Draco's backside. "Oh yes. But not yet. I'm going to shag you first and then I'll let you come."

"You're so mean, you know that? I didn't know Gryffindor's had a cruel streak."

"This one does." When he was sure Draco could contain himself, he released his cock and sat up on his knees. "Accio lube!" A jar of ointment flew from a shelf and landed in Harry's upraised hand. He pulled the wide cork lid and dipped his fingers in. "I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to take it nice and slow, Draco. You're going to feel every inch of my cock driving in and out of you. And I'm going to go so slow I'll drive you mad."

Draco whimpered again.

Harry stroked the lube over his own cock, felt it twitch in his hand. Maybe he wouldn't go all that slow. This scenario was making him so hard he was likely to come any moment as well. He positioned himself at Draco's entrance and pushed in. Draco made a sound like "Ahhh!" and Harry continued until he was fully seated up to his balls. He closed his eyes, just relishing the tight warmth surrounding his prick. Then Draco gave his muscles a squeeze and Harry gasped. He fell forward clutching at Draco's sides.

Draco chuckled. Oh. So two could play at that game.

Harry drew his cock out almost to the head, leaving the ridge just inside Draco's anus. He paused before thrusting deeply.

"Oh yes!" cried Draco. "Shag me, Harry! Shag me hard!"

Harry did. He forgot about slow. He pressed his fingers into Draco's hips and rammed into his lover again and again, pushing so hard Draco's head kept slamming into the chair back. But he wasn't complaining. On the contrary. He kept encouraging Harry to do it harder with little gasps of pleasure. He raised his arse to meet each thrust and pushed back to take it in all the deeper.

Harry was close and he wanted Draco to come, too, so he reached around and grabbed his prick. He pumped it hard, trying to meet the rhythm of his own slamming thrusts. They were both panting so hard they couldn't speak and soon Harry felt that unmistakable feeling of pleasure welling up from his balls to his belly. The wave overtook him and shot up through his cock, discharging his orgasm into Draco with explosive thrusts. He felt Draco's cock twitch and suddenly his hand was covered with hot cum. Draco thrust into Harry's fingers while Harry continued to pump into Draco, slowing when there was nothing left to give. He collapsed over his sweat-damp back over the silk shirt and released his prick.

Draco muttered something into the seat. Harry raised his head dreamily and asked, "What's that you say, Draco?"

Draco moved his cheek. "I said I love you so much. Merlin, Harry. That was bloody fantastic. Even the spanking. Remind me not to misbehave when you're around."

"Maybe I should get myself a riding crop."

"God, no! You'd swing that thing too well, I think."

They lay as they were for a time until Harry moved and allowed his shrinking cock to slip from Draco's body. He helped Draco up, turned him, and folded him into an embrace. He felt Draco nuzzling into his neck. "Mmmmm. Harry. You are so naughty. And I'm so glad."

"You bring it out in me. You're the naughty one, suggesting spanking in the first place."

"And you took to it as I knew you would."

"Well, not all the time. You make my backside sore enough with the constant shagging."

"Are you complaining?"

"No way."

He hugged Harry tightly. "Shall we go back to the bed?" he whispered in his ear.

"Yes, but only to sleep. I haven't got enough strength for any more games. And we've got a staff meeting in two hours."

"Oh bugger the staff meeting."

"Well that would make it more interesting."

"Say, Harry…"

"No, Draco. Whatever it is, NO."

They staggered toward the bed, holding each other up before flopping down on the duvet. They shed the rest of their sticky clothes and slid under the covers. "By the way," said Harry. "What did you plan to do with my tie?"

"Tie you up, of course."

"Tie me-" Harry shook his head. "How kinky are we going to get here?"

Draco smiled and waggled his brows. "How kinky do you want?"

"I don't think I'm ready to be tied up."

"You let me spank you."

"I know. And the thought still embarrasses me."

"And you just spanked me, Mr. Potter. Well and good."

Harry smiled and drew Draco into his arms, tucking his head under his chin. "Yes, well you deserved it, didn't you, naughty Slytherin."

"I can be very naughty again. You could tie me up."

Harry snorted. "Draco, just go to sleep."

"Will you think about it?"

"Yes! Now just go to sleep. I'm knackered."

"Okay." He was quiet for a time and Harry was drifting pleasantly when Draco spoke again. "Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you for giving this a try."

"I love you, too. Now got to sleep."

"Harry?"

"Huh?"

"You're a brilliant shag."

"Thanks. Sleep."

"Harry?"

"Draco!"

"I love you."

"Love you more."

And they slept.

The End

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